There was no stopping his body’s reaction now. He had the woman he loved in his arms, every inch of her pressed against him, and she’d just agreed to be his. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”
“I was sort of hopin’ you would…”
He pressed his lips against her smiling ones, and she melted into him. The kiss turned from chaste to scorching in one-point-seven seconds. With a palm on her ass, he lifted her higher against him, groaning into her mouth when he felt the heat of her pussy through her shorts. She ground down on his hard cock, and if he weren’t careful, he’d come in his pants like he’d done the first time they’d made out when he was fifteen.
Turning, he pressed her against the wall, pinning her there with his hips. Her chin was red from his stubble, her lips puffy thanks to his hungry mouth. Her breaths came out in pants, her chest rising and falling in a fast rhythm. He wanted under her bikini top. Wanted to feel her breasts in his hands, her nipples against his tongue. He wanted her moaning because of him.
“Do it,” she whispered.
Not needing any further encouragement, he reached up and untied the knot at the base of her neck, watching in stunned silence as the bikini top fell away from her chest and bared her breasts to him. They were pale and creamy, a stark contrast to her golden, tanned skin, but that just made him harder. No one got to see this part of her. No one but him.
“Kenna.” Jesus, was that his voice? All gravelly and hoarse, filled with need.
She tightened her legs around him, rocking against his dick and pulling his head toward her chest with each thrust. As hot as it’d be to hear her say the words, to tell him exactly what she wanted, he was damn glad she didn’t. He’d have no chance in hell of staving off his orgasm if he heard her utter the words, “Suck on my tits, Hud.”
Christ, even the thought of them had him pulsing in his trunks, his cock seeking the heat between her legs. But still, he let her guide him straight to her chest, and he didn’t stop until he had one perfect pink nipple in his mouth.
Kenna’s moans became a constant string from the first touch of his tongue against her. She clutched him harder, rocked against him faster. Her panting breaths swept across his neck, and their joint groans filled up the space around them, their sounds bouncing off the walls.
“Hud—” She broke off on a gasp, her short nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m gonna—”
Her whole body went stiff, her legs tightening around him, her feet locked at the base of his spine pulling him to her, and he was all too happy to oblige. He pushed his dick against her and sucked hard on her nipple, flicking it with his tongue as she came apart in his arms.
With each puff of air that escaped Kenna’s lips, she relaxed infinitesimally in his arms until she was a boneless, sated heap. He pulled back and met her eyes, certain she could see the desire radiating from his. He was hard as a fucking rock, and his dick was pissed that he’d been put through this not once but twice in one day. Hudson needed to come, and it wouldn’t take much more than a soft breeze against his bare cock to get him there.
He wanted to feel her hands on him. Wanted even more to sink between those lush, pink lips. But more than anything, he wanted to bury himself deep inside her.
“You’re hard,” she said.
He breathed out a laugh and squeezed her ass, pressing her against him. “You just came all over my dick, so yeah.”
She stared at him, a small smile playing on her lips as she sank her fingers into his hair. Pulled him close to her and pressed her lips right against his ear. “Take me to the bedroom, Hud.”
Mac had dreamed about this more times than she could count. Had woken up in the throes of an orgasm to the remembrance of what Hudson had done to her when she was fast asleep.
Except she wasn’t asleep now.
Hudson was sure and solid beneath her questing fingers, the muscles of his biceps flexing as he carried her down the hall and toward his bedroom. Lord, she couldn’t keep her hands from roaming if she tried. And she had no interest in trying.
He was more solid than she’d anticipated, the muscles in his arms, shoulders, and back filling out and bulking up since the last time she’d been given free rein to do this. Although, even back then, she hadn’t truly been able to get her fill. To touch him everywhere and every way she’d wanted to, for fear of being too greedy. Of giving herself and her feelings away.
To hell with that. She was going to be greedy now before she no longer had the chance.
Hudson’s mouth sought hers, his teeth tugging on her bottom lip as he growled low in his throat when she ran her short nails lightly over his nipples. “Kenna,” he said, her name a clear warning on his tongue, but she was never one to heed them.
She tended instead to dive headfirst into danger with a smile on her face.
Letting that smile sweep over her lips, she ran her nails over him again, this time rocking her center against his erection. With a choked sound, he dug his fingers into her ass. He might have intended to still her movements with the harsh grip, but that lasted for all of about two seconds before he started guiding her against him, encouraging her to press down harder, move faster.
“Hurry.” With her lips pressed against his, she spoke the words straight into his mouth, their eyes locked together. She didn’t know why she said the word, though. She didn’t want to hurry. She wanted to freeze time so she could take in everything. Wanted to pause so she could remember this forever.
His grip was unrelenting, his eyes heavy with want. And his skin might as well have been on fire for the heat he was putting off. She shuddered in his arms, the tips of her breasts brushing against his chest with every step he took, her body still primed from her orgasm. Had she seriously come all over him thanks to a dry-hump and his mouth on her nipples? What the hell was going to happen when they were actuallynakedtogether?
As soon as Hudson stepped over the threshold to his bedroom, he kicked the door shut behind them. Never mind the fact that they were the only people there. But she sort of loved that. Closing that door was like blocking out the rest of the world so it could be just the two of them.
He reached back and unhooked her legs from around him, then allowed her to slide down the front of his body. She almost moaned at just the feel of him against her stomach. He was so hard, his cock tenting the front of his swim trunks like it was seeking her heat again.
But before she could reach for him, before she could feel him in her hand, he sank to his knees on the ground in front of her. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he held her tightly as he stared. Just…stared. He was nearly eye level with her breasts, but she couldn’t find it in herself to be embarrassed or nervous.
